His dad was probably more technically a Sheriff than Emma was, since she sort of just inherited the position after Graham passed, when no one else stood up to Gold and Regina but her, when the town started to trust her. That was the only reason she was Sheriff. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Not like she minded really, she wasn't sure if it was just the ridiculous stereotype, but Emma had always had a fondness for pastries, doughnuts, bear claws, danishes, anything. And coffee was a drug.
"Pull one up." Emma didn't mind a little small talk before getting into things. The kid had just shown up, it was probably at least a little crazy for him. "Where're you from anyway?"
Emma wondered if any of the worlds were actually connected, like in the same place but just different parts of the world. Storybrooke was just in Maine, maybe Mystic Falls was in the same place, but a different state. Maybe New York was her New York and they'd just never known it.